Harmaniya looked at the flaming bag next to him with sad blue eyes, "It's too late......

"What's too late?" asked Xue Mo curiously.

Kharmaniya did not reply, but leaned on his sword and said to the knights who had come to their senses: "I advise you to get out of here now, before the situation becomes unsolvable. I will personally report this to His Majesty, and she will not blame you. As for you, it depends on your life. Harmaniah looked at the black tea.

Black Tea had already recovered from his injury, and he drew another short dagger and said hoarsely, "The ten elites of the Thousand Wings Group broke my hand. If I can't complete the mission, I will have to apologize with death!"

Lovian didn't pay attention to these conversations, he focused his attention on the burning bags. An ominous aura gradually seeped through it.

"What's that?" asked Lovian.

"Shadowshi. Harmaniya said softly, "A man-made product that defies the laws of nature. If you go against the grain, you will be damned. His Majesty Sinas brought this hoodoo here for the sake of the overall situation. Perhaps in order to be worthy of the Lord of the earth, His Majesty pleaded with me to be the transcendent of these evil creatures when they were out of control, but—"

"In the same way, you are also a rebel who violates the laws of nature. ”

Lovien was shocked, he was already convinced that this five-hundred-year-old elf knew his true identity, and if they lived in that era, they were destined to be familiar with Lovian's name, but the five-hundred-year-old elf?-"Royal elves?" he whispered, "If I'm not mistaken. The royal elves who can cross paths with me, except for the elven king Mercedes, have all become sacrifices to my scepter. ”

Harmaniah was still on the hook with a greatsword. He replied gently: "If you remember it clearly, you will remember Shiya Xilin, my mother." ”

A picture of his memory immediately appeared in Luo Wei'an's mind, the ice-colored flames in front of him, and his back was stretched out in the firelight. A black-red flame burned in front of the gates of the shattered elven town, and there were the heroic spirits of the sighing Blood Moon soldiers.

Standing in front of the ice-colored elven town, in front of him was the mourning for the departed souls during the Blood Moon Festival, completely forgetting the five thousand kind and pure elves and noble and tenacious elven royal family who fell under the iron wings of his scepter and army.

Lovian immediately understood at this moment. The royal elves in front of him contained a strong hatred for themselves. Five hundred years of hatred is enough to ferment a kind and pure elf into a cruel and crazy demon.

The people around listened inexplicably to the conversation between the Overseer and the mysterious and powerful convoy guard.

"I dare not refute the prophecy of the emperor, so I can only bury this hatred in my heart. Harmaniya chuckled. "It's your first test. I'm not a fatalistic believer, but at this point in time, I have to think about the direction of my faith. ”

Francis stared at the crate in front of him as the flames dimmed, and a chill began to emerge as the fog-like darkness began to emerge. The shattered magic array light quickly vanished into the thick darkness.

"The most complicated protection circle can fail in the simplest flames?" Xue Mo pondered. There is no sense of danger at all. "That's probably a back-to-basics, right?"

Francis's lips were already starting to turn blue, and as a cadre of the former Black Wings, he turned his head sharply and looked at the black tea with a resolute expression.

"Tea-sama, you're not going to tell us that this is Professor Grimmeer's 'half-spirit', are you?" Francis's loud voice broke the inexplicable silence of the audience.

Although Black Tea was not injured, it was clear that his strength had been exhausted, and he took a few steps forward to swing the dagger, but finally fell to the ground weakly.

Francis saw the answer in the eyes of the black tea.

Harmaniya raised his giant sword, and waves of purple-red fighting qi began to converge, gradually enveloping the goods that were engulfed by the darkness. "They'll devour a piece of flesh and blood to strengthen themselves, and I'll try to restrain them for as long as possible. You leave now!"

"What are you kidding!" Francis suddenly raised his head, his voice harsh and hoarse, "Half-spirits can switch between light and shadow at will, darkness is their medium, who can exceed the speed of light and shadow!"

Francis looked around fiercely, the official knights looking stunned, and the trainee knights more at a loss. Francis felt a familiar gaze, and he looked over there, where a midshipman had just put on a leather bow and arrow glove.

"Is there nothing we can do?" asked Lovian immediately.

Francis continued to say loudly, "Half-spirits are not pure spirits after all. Anger hurts it enormously, but only a strong anger can destroy a half-spirit. Life force blood or other liquids can melt these monsters, but—"

There was silence again, and for some reason, Francis's voice won everyone's acquiescence - perhaps for the same reason as Lovian. Harmaniya's expression became solemn, and he found that no matter how much he strengthened the strength of the Douqi Light Shield, the creeping darkness in it was not affected in the slightest.

Several young apprentice knights gradually retreated with the wounded mages of the Fire Knights, and the faces of the few who had recently joined the apprentice knights had changed, as they saw that in the wriggling darkness, several black arms as thin as skeletons were gradually stretched out, supporting the broken carriage and gradually revealing its true body.

This appears to be a black, non-three-dimensional skeleton. It is impossible to see its life characteristics from any angle, and this flat feeling contradicts the three-dimensional environment around it with a headache-inducing sense of dissonance.

Loven silently staggered in front of Snowfoam and Francis, wisps of dark spirit smoothing the rough ground beneath their feet.

Harmaniya didn't fail to notice this detail, but he just focused all his attention on his own fighting energy output, and let out a faint sigh from time to time.

A faint "hiss" sounded, and the shadowman, who had no three-dimensional sense, stretched out a skeleton-like finger. Slowly but without pause, it passed through the shield of Harmaniya's fighting spirit.

Its direction was the wounded black tea, and perhaps it was his faint smell of blood that first caught its attention. Black Tea looked resolute and even paranoid and crazy, and he threw a broken dagger. At the same time, he waved away.

Francis, who seemed to have anticipated this outcome, turned his head away, unwilling to see what was next.

There was no disgusting image, the black tea collided with the slowly wriggling shadow, and then—silently, melted away, and disappeared into the black shadow that had no three-dimensional effect.

It was as if a living person was being absorbed by a piece of paper absorbing ink, and the strange and cold scene squeezed the surrounding qiē into absolute silence. Even everyone's breathing is no longer loud. For fear of attracting his attention.

In the dark underground, there was a momentary sound of imperceptible shattering on the ground.

Gradually, the Shadow Warrior who devoured the flesh and blood of black tea began to gradually become three-dimensional. The Shadowman, who was as pure as a flat black shadow, began to have a slight sense of three-dimensionality, and a few gray rays of light appeared in the pure darkness, outlining its gray outline in a shallow manner.

Lovian focused his full attention on the changing Shadowman, and Francis grimaced. Aim in the direction where the black tea disappears. There was a hint of sadness in his expression. He may have had a good relationship with Blacktea - but, needless to say, no one around Lovien was fixed on the wriggling Shadowshi, and no one noticed the movements of his allies.

The sound of the bowstring releasing was like a pebble thrown into the calm water, attracting the attention of everyone present, including the shadowmen who were unknown if they were living beings.

Lovian's fighting instinct caused him to dodge to one side, and the sharp arrows didn't hit its target, but passed by Lovian's side.

But the arrow, wrapped in the golden-green aura of the light, still slashed through Lovian's shoulder, and a wisp of purple blood splattered. It fell on the douqi mask of Harmaniya, and turned into a purple mist with a wisp of sound. Accompanied by a smell of blood with a strange fragrance.

"Boom!-"

Even with Lovian's strength, he was caught off guard by Francis's outburst at this moment, and the black fog around Francis condensed, forming a tragic black-red around him. At this moment, Francis did not use the imitation scepter of doom that Lovian gave him when he trained, but the steel longsword inherited from the Wintington family in his hand when Lovian met Francis on the first day.

The tip of the sword, flowing with black spirit, designated a midshipman not far away. The knight trainee of the Order of the Wind had just lowered his longbow.

"Sue me for your reasons for doing this. Francis's face was shrouded in black mist, and his expression was invisible, but his voice had completely lost its temperature.

Intimidated by Francis's might, the trainee knight also erupted with a golden-green fighting light. As a trainee knight, he has such profound vindictive attainments, and there are really no mediocre talents in the first knight order in the world.

"What do you need me to explain?" the Cadet sneered, "the cadre of the Black Wings, the puppeteer Francis. Don't think that if you find a demon backer, you can violate the holiness of the holy land, although I don't know from which demon you learned what evil methods, but what I can tell you is that in the past I destroyed your puppet, and today, it is you who destroyed!"

The Shadow Warrior, who smelled the blood, began to move again, and the other Knights of the Holy Land, including Harmaniah, watched the conflict in amazement.

Calm as water, Lovien slowly stepped back, thinking about how to break free from the Shadowshi's instinctive devouring desire.

Xuemo gritted her teeth, tore off a piece of clothing, and said something in her mouth, a burst of light flashed, and it was another defensive enchantment. Her face turned pale in an instant.

"Francis, get out of here with Snowfoam and Dinkan, now. "He didn't think anyone other than Harmaniya would be able to stop him lightly. The uncurrent apprentice knight was apparently targeting Francis, but by mistake he made himself a target for the Shadowmaster. In the position of the probationary knight, there was nothing wrong with him in doing so-

"I'll remember this day, Kaan. Francis stared at the apprentice knight, "You're going to pay for it." ”

The sound of a black storm resounded through the woodland, and Francis grabbed Snow Foam's waist and held a sword in his right hand, the blade of which stabbed at Kaan like a rattlesnake in the night.

Undeterred, Kaan raised his bow in his left hand. It was then that Francis discovered that there were also several sharp blades on the bow.

The clash of black and green rang out again, and Francis' blade, glowing with darkness, slammed into Caan's face. Caan's bow slashed straight at Francis' neck.

Killer moves that leave no stone unturned.

However, Ka'an didn't notice that Snow Foam was still maintaining the elemental barrier that was summoned by the magic circle embroidered on the cuffs.

So Kaan's bow had an unexpected barrier and delay of half a second.

Francis's black sword slashed. A large scorch mark from the emaciated right corner of Kaan's mouth stretched from the corner of his emaciated mouth to the wing of his nose. The golden-green vindictive spirit also blew a charred black scar under Francis's ribs.

Seeing the essence of the pure dark attribute, and seeing the demons splashed with purple demon blood, the formal knights who had a trace of determination in their hearts got up one after another, and even ignored the shadow warrior's existence for a moment. Several of the official knights chased after Francis, who was still soaring into the air, and a few turned to the expressionless Lovian.

Lovian secretly uses the Dark Tracking Technique, targeting Francis.

The black light flashed, and the reward brought by the huge consumption of essence qi was a high-speed straight line movement that was almost like teleportation. He appeared behind Francis. The essence shield on his left arm shimmered with a faint purple-red light, and a dark red cloud waved in his right hand.

A black dragon poked out of the thick clouds and collided with the official knights who were caught off guard. The sturdy thick armor could not resist the all-encompassing dark spirit. With both physical and mental impact, the Blood Moon Slash even ignored their Fighting Qi defenses.

The torrent of Dou Qi circulating in his body seemed to have been hit by a huge sinking stone that appeared out of thin air, stirring up a huge wave that could not be controlled. The Dou Qi Cyclone spun wildly under the ravages of the Blood Moon Slash, and the meridians could not withstand their own excessively strong output, and they broke and broke one after another.

A few muffled sounds. The official knights, dressed in heavy armor, fell to the ground one after another. Several powerful knights barely resisted the blow that Lovien had carefully prepared for the Shadowman, and roared and threw their heavy swords. An attack without the full support of his fighting spirit was not a threat to Luo Wei'an, and the dark spirit like a swimming snake lightly changed the trajectory of the heavy sword and passed by.

Luo Wei'an was not easy, a strong sense of crisis instantly roared from an angle, and before he had time to think about it, he locked on to a position in the distance, and once again used a tracking technique that consumed a considerable amount of money. Narrowly escaped the Shadow Warrior who blended into the darkness.

Wherever the Shadow Priest passed, the verdant vegetation withered.

Francis is fascinated by Lovean's not-so-powerful but subtle attacks. The Level 2 Magic Levitation Technique kept him firmly in the air, and at this moment he had to understand that this time had become an unexpected moment of farewell.

"Teacher!" Francis ripped off the puppeteer's robes he had been wearing for a long time, revealing the samurai outfit inside, "Half-spirits have no intelligence, they can only wander in the dark. It can't get close to real life at noon, and that's the only time you can rest!

Standing in front of them, with a deep scar on his cheek, Caan stared coldly at Francis above, his enemies responding with a contemptuous look.

"This is the penultimate time you've seen me in person, take a good look!" Francis said coldly, and then flicked the wind wings made of magical elements, and Snow Mo left a helpless and distracted gaze.

The Shadow Warrior, who had already identified the first prey, would not pick a second sacrifice target until he obtained his own sacrifice, the black shadow seemed to be slow but was actually incredibly fast, and the two crystal nuclei in Lovian's body spun wildly, and the output that was on the verge of the limit made him grit his teeth and perform a huge tracking technique again and again, narrowly dodging the strange attacks of the Shadow Warrior melting a qiē again and again.

Ka'an, the culprit who caused this even unwarranted disaster for Lovian, was unmoved, and all the official knights below looked at them with pity, indifference, and more with wonder - they didn't understand why this official overseer of the Holy Land was a lowly demon in their eyes.

Lovian didn't have time to think about it, and if he had time, he would just look back coldly.

Only Harmaniah rose into the air, and behind him was the golden-red broad-bladed greatsword with the spirit of the machine.

With his hands raised flat, a piercing golden light spread out from the top of Harmaniah's delicate, almost translucent palms, and under the misty light element, the Shadowman blurred and slowed down significantly. It's just that summoning such a huge light element is just a dream for Lovian, who has been immersed in the dark element since birth, and he is destined not to cheat in this way.

Lovian barely managed to hold his body in the annihilation of the dark and light elements. and the elven hermit suspended in front of him, the royal elf Harmaniah, looked at each other.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you say that this is the intention of the Lord God Lenna, who controls time and fate. For my blasphemous act against the Lord of Time is unprecedented. Lovian gasped, for the legion leader who had exiled the goddess clone to the shattered space, he was mentally prepared for any divine punishment.

Harmaniya smiled lightly, "Your Excellency's enlightenment is really unexpected...... But it is true that this test has become the stone of destiny before this moment. This is the prophecy of the Lord of the Continent, His Majesty the Holy Emperor. ”

"Shinas?" said Lovienne. Dodge the Shadow Warrior who will entangle him.

"This is not the whisper of Majesty Sinas sleeping under the wings of a swan, but of Arya Majesty bathed in the glory of the moon. ”

"It's her......" Lovian whispered, and he suddenly had a strange feeling. It seemed that the most powerful enemy in his memory had seen through the direction of fate a long time ago, and her bright blue eyes contained a meaningful gaze towards the commander of the Third Legion, "Test...... Even His Majesty Shinas made a promise to me to revive the demons. It's all based on my ability to pass these tests, right?"

Harmaniah bowed slightly. Without further speech, he carried the giant sword on his seemingly slender and graceful back, and floated away.

The light element dissipated, and a trace of extremely fine white light appeared in the east, and the speed of the shadow warrior as fast as a ghost dropped by one hundredth.

Luo Weian took a deep breath, glanced down at the six gods and masterless knights of the Holy Land, locked onto a distant target, and swept away like a meteor. Behind him was the Shadow Warrior who suddenly followed.

Shrine.

Royal Palace, back garden.

In a white porcelain teacup in the hand of Shinas. The pale golden tea mirror-like surface rippled with a hint of ripples.

Through the exquisitely carved white wooden tea table, Nanhart, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes slightly, "Shinas, are you questioning the last words of His Majesty the Emperor again?"

Shocked by the words, Shinas smiled lightly, "What a surprise, Nanhart. You're still so wise, I can't hide it from you. It seems that no matter how well prepared you are, you can't resist the choice of the Lord of Time when fate comes, and the Shadow Warrior can't be sent to Tiantai Pass by me safely after all!"

Nanhart smiled noncommittally, "Fate chooses the most suitable environment for it to happen, just as a river chooses the most suitable riverbed to pass through." ”

"I'm just wondering why my aunt has such accurate prophetic powers. I've been immersed in my understanding of fate for years, but it's still a fog in front of me. ”

"The ability of His Majesty the First Emperor is far beyond what I can guess. Nanhart sipped his tea, "But what we need is to be prepared before fate happens, and we don't need to be discouraged by the inevitability of knowing this qiē in advance." ”

There was an inexplicable silence.

"Our hero, the god of war, Ian, is still over there in the Sky Wolf Mountains, right?" after a long time, Shinas suddenly asked.

"Fighting is an element engraved in her blood, and she will not leave it. What's more, having lost all her memories, she needs time to recall her past—her hatred and will, the one she needs to be the god of war. ”

"What if with the power of the Lord of Time, it is impossible to awaken the god of war who sleeps in the depths of her soul?" asked Shinas slowly, straightening his slender waist.

Nanhart replied indifferently, "Then the name of the god of war no longer belongs to Ion." ”

Shinas's face changed slightly, and after a while, she sighed faintly and said, "You are such a realistic and cold person, Nanhart. ”

Nanhart said no more, and sipped his tea in silence.

There was a rush of footsteps, and the Knight of Light's Leader, Michal Lednes, rudely pushed away the bushes in front of him, his metal boots clanging on the masonry floor.

Michal made a simple knightly salute and then said, "Your Majesty, you said that in recent times, if anyone tries to break out of the palace, they must not be stopped?"

Shinas nodded, "Is there such a thing, is there anything special?"

"The demon who appeared at the end dinner of the continental conference just now suddenly appeared and forcibly left the holy land. At your command, the Knights did not intercept it, but only gave a verbal warning. ”

Shinas bowed his head and said, "You did nothing wrong, Michal. Whether it is a demon or a human, all the intelligent species on the continent are the subjects of the lord of the continent, and it is their glory to obey orders unconditionally. ”

Michal was slightly stunned, beat his chest and saluted, then turned around and walked quickly out of the back garden.

Facing Nanhart's expression, Shinas put down his teacup, "It seems that our Legion Commander has the honor of starting the second test early!" (To be continued......)